The whispers had become a relentless annoyance that grated on Selena Gomez’s nerves. Everywhere she turned, it was Billie Eilish. Billie’s voice, Billie’s lyrics, Billie’s effortless cool. And then, the ultimate insult: the endless chatter about Billie’s body. Her “curvy” frame, her “perfect” proportions, and, most maddeningly, the ludicrous claim that Billie Eilish possessed the “biggest boobs in the business.”
Selena scoffed, a sinister laugh escaping her lips. Bullshit. It was all utter, unadulterated bullshit. She was Selena Gomez. She had been performing, creating, captivating audiences for years. She was a better musician, a more versatile artist. And as for physical attributes? Selena knew, deep in her bones, that she was the epitome of beauty and voluptuousness. Her curves were more pronounced, her figure more womanly, and her breasts? Bigger, damn it, bigger. She didn’t need to boast; the mirror, and any honest pair of eyes, would confirm it.
But then, one night watching RAW, a guilty little pleasure she enjoyed, she had an idea. One that would allow her to reestablish her position in a way that left no room for debate. A wrestling match. A public, no-holds-barred display of raw power, streamed for the entire world to see. And it had to be for charity. That would make it respectable, undeniable.
A week later, the challenge hit the news cycles. Selena Gomez, 32 years old, 5’5” and proudly full figured-- the fiery Latina bombshell, publicly challenging 23-year-old Billie Eilish, 5’3” of ebullient charisma and a killed body, to a wrestling match. For charity. The internet, predictably, exploded. Fans were divided, celebrities weighed in, and the betting odds swung wildly.
Billie, initially taken aback, had her reservations. Wrestling? But the charity aspect appealed to her, and a part of her, the competitive gym rat buried beneath layers of cool, felt a flicker of intrigue. She accepted, and got busy training.
The venue is the Kia Forum in Inglewood, California, transformed into a gladiatorial arena for one night only. Red Cross banners adorned the arena as constant reminders of the noble cause, yet everyone knows the real draw was the clash of two hot women.
The lights dim, then flare dramatically as Selena Gomez’s entrance music booms through the speakers. A fierce, Latin drumbeat, followed by an aggressive, pulsing synth line. The crowd erupts. Selena emerges from the tunnel, a vision of exceeding confidence. She is not lean, but gorgeous and exceedingly shapely. Her obvious physicality is dense and powerful, shaped by years of dance and lately intense training. She moves with a predatory grace, her dark eyes scanning the areana, her red lips pursed--she licks them periodically to heat up the crowd. And then, her attire. A sheer white bikini, designed to hide absolutely nothing. Every curve, every ripple of toned brown flesh, every inch of her voluptuous frame is on display. Her breasts, full and prominent, hang low—unapologetic, quivering slightly but oh so erotically with each step Selena takes. She soaks in the adulation. Her fans are here.
Billie’s turn. A low, pulsing bassline, followed by a haunting synth melody. The crowd responds, taking it in, the feel of the place becomes more atmospheric. Billie leaps into the light, clad in a sleek, stark black bikini. She is at once fit, solid in the right places, toned yet plenty, plenty curvy, too, Okay, she is leaner than Selena, she registers smaller than her opponent for this night. But her exuberant physicality is awesome as she picks up her pace, races for the ring and bounds over the top rope, landing in her familiar squat, then leaping high into the air. It takes more than a blink or two or three for her boobs to settle down. She smiles broadly.
Selena doesn’t miss that Billie’s legs are incredibly fit , every sinew and curve a testament to her dedicated work in the gym. Billie’s hips are broad; her butt is as tight as her legs are sculpted. Her famed breasts, undeniably big are themselves exuberantly “out front.” She moves lightly, laughing, but her blue eyes fixed on the woman across the ring, this night’s formidable opponent. To the audience, while Billie resonates as an energetic, compact and super-hot wild-thing, Selena registers as the ultimate fiery Latin WOMAN,
The referee, the guest referee, Uma Thurman, calls them to the center of the ring. The air crackles. Selena walks in maybe too close to Billie to literally stare down as she stares her down as she thrusts her chest forward. The Latin’s expression is mix of challenge and disdain. Billie looks up to meet her gaze, a focused determination settling over her features. And then, playfully, Billie lifts her boobs and then lets them drop--laughing and smiling as they take their time settling down. Selena shakes her head. She sets her shoulders back and shimmies her chest. All hell breaks loose with the fans.
“Ladies, you know the rules,” the referee warns, her voice barely audible over the crowd. “Pinfall or submission. Break on the ropes. My word is final. Shake hands.”
Selena extended a hand, her eyes never leaving Billie’s. Billie reciprocates, their hands meeting with a soft thwack. It is a fleeting moment, a deceptive calm before the storm.
The bell rings….
Selena lungs first, propelled by raw power and pent-up determination. She shoots across the ring, aiming for a quick takedown. Billie, quick as a cat, sidesteps, letting Selena’s momentum carry her past, then spins and grabs Selena in a full nelson. Billie spreads her legs wide as she forces Gomez nearly into a crouch. Eilish slowly marches Selana forward. Gomez curses out a grunt, stomps her feet loudly as she is forced around the mat. Selena’s muscles strain as Billie holds her tight and bears down on the taller woman’s neck and shoulders. Selena is caught off guard by Eilish’s strength. Noted, she thinks to herself. And then she slams her butt back into her smaller foe, twists an arm free to slam an elbow back into Billie’s ribs, forcing a break.
Selena wastes no time. She charges again, this time securing a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Their bodies press together, bare skin against bare skin, biceps straining, legs digging in. Selena’s greater weight and raw power are evident as she begins to take control and drives Billie backward. Gomez stands tall, forcing Billie up to her toes as she retreats.
Billie gives ground reluctantly, resisting with every ounce of her strength. She is surprised at Selena’s strength and know-how. Pulling down, Eilish stops here foe’s forward progress.
They struggle, locked together in a scrum of limbs and determined faces. Selena suddenly pulls free and drops low, for a double-leg takedown. Billie braces but Selena has momentum. She hoists up, and for a terrifying second, Billie is airborne before Selena slams her to the mat with a resounding thud.
Selena lands on top of Billie. Gomez wastes no time, immediately transitioning to a headlock, her arm wrapping around Billie’s neck, her body now at ninety degrees leaning heavily on trapped foe. Selenna tightens her headlock, locks her hands together for more leverage as she squeezes. Billie gasps, her face begins to flush as it is forced under the Latin’s huge rack. Selena tightens her hold as Eilish squirms on the mat, smiling as her boobs cut off Billie’s air supply while her forearm presses into Billie’s windpipe. Billie’s vision blurs.
Eilish struggles, working to turn her head and grab a breath, working to push Selena off. Selena holds her tight.
“Billie, little girl, I own you. Submit before you pass out,” Selena advises.
Sputtering, infuriated, Billie twists her body just enough to free her face from boob. Eilish bridges, trying to create space. Her glutes and back muscles straining, Billie draws her feet in, plants them on the mat and summons all the power in her thighs as she bridges up and rolls. This time, it is Selena who is lifted clean off the mat—she cries out in surprise, her hold momentarily broken. Billie used the opening to kick Selena away. She kicks hard. Gomez yelps
“Think again, Gomez. You ain’t that tough,” Billie shouts, panting, “you won’t submit me that easily.”
Both women are quickly on their feet. Selena charges. Eilish drops a shoulder and slams it into Selena’s chest. Billie grunts as she hoists the stunned but heavier gal up on her shoulder.
Gomez squirms to slip free, but Billie’s sheer brute strength, honed by all those hours of deadlifts and squats, is enough to hold her. With a final heave, she manages to carry Selena forward, then drive her into the turnbuckle with a painful WHUMP. Momentum has shifted. Billie slams her shoulder into Selena’s body twice more, then slams a knee lift into the trapped woman’s gut. Billie grabs Selena by the hair, knees her in the gut again, and then tosses her face-first into the mat.
Selena lies planted on the mat, winded. Billie doesn’t hesitate. She dops with both knees into the small of her foe’s back. Gomez rolls to her side. Billie shoves her onto her back
And drops down to straddle Selena’s belly. Gomez tries to kick out, but Billie reaches back to hook her legs, pulling them forward as she goes for a pin. The referee drops down to count. “One! Two!” Selena kicks out, sending Billie tumbling backward. Selena scrambles to her feet, her temper flaring.
“So pudgy chica knows how to fight—good for you. But it won’t help you tonight, ” Selena scolds.
“Less talk, more action old lady,” Billie jeers.
Gomez crowds in to attack again. Working more like a seasoned boxer than a wrestler, she peppers Bille with jabs and boob mashing uppercuts. Gomez has Billie off balance. A powerful forearm to Billie’s jaw snaps her head back and spins her. Billie steps back as she shakes it off, and adjusts, a grimace on her face but her guard is up. As Gomez advances, Eilish drops low to slam a fist to Selena’s liver. Selena grunts, clearly hurt, but she spins around unleashing a flurry of kicks and knees to Billie’s thighs, aiming to weaken her powerful legs.
The match becomes a brutal exchange of power and resilience. Selena clutches Billie’s arm to pull off balance and again slams her knee against Billie’s extended thigh. Howling, Billie falls to her knees. Selena moves quickly, locking Billie into an armbar. She stretches Billie’s arm to its limit.
“Submit or I’ll break it, punk,” Gomez commands.
“You’re…not.. that…strong..” Billie responds.
Eilish grits her teeth and power out, flipping Selena over with a surge of strength. Selena is immediately back on the attack. She locks Billie in a rear naked choke, her arms wrapped around Billie’s neck, squeezing for all she was worth. Eilish gasps, clawing at Selena’s arms, her face turning purple. The crowd screams, urging her on. Just when it seemed she would tap, Billie, with a final, desperate burst, propels their bodies backward into the turnbuckle, crushing Selena against the ropes and forcing a break.
They separate, both breathing deeply, sweat gleaming on their bodies, their bikinis clinging to their frames. Selena’s sheer white was translucent, showcasing every curve, while Billie’s black fabric was slick with moisture. Their chests heave, their muscles screaming.
Selena points a finger at Billie, smiles widely, then charges, as a primal scream sounds from her throat. She tackles her foe to the mat. It’s ground and pound. Selena’s fists rain down on Billie’s shoulders and arms. Billie curls up, protecting her face, then, shifting her body, suddenly wrapped her bruised but strong legs around Selena’s waist. Billie flips them over, reversing position. Now on top, she presses Selena into the canvas with an elbow across her chest.. Billie locks her arms around Selena’s head, trying to secure a pin, but Selena is too strong. She bucks and twists her wide hips making it impossible for Billie to get a stable pin. Unseated, Billie rolls off.
The fighters are up on their feet, both women wobbling slightly, exhaustion setting in. Selena, ever the aggressor, hooks Billie’s leg, jams her body into her foe to hip toss Billie. She sails through the air, landing hard on her back. Selena pounces, locking in a grapevine on Billie’s legs, then arching back, pinning Billie’s arms to the mat. Billie screams, her face contorts in agony, pushed nearly to her absolute limit. Gomez lowers her mighty chest down on Billie’s face.
Tap, Billie, tap!” Selena snarled, her breath ragged. “Admit it! I’m stronger! I’m better!”
Billie is flattened by Selena’s weight and flesh, but her mind refuses to yield. She will not tap. Not to Selena. Not after all this. Billie begins to push. Slowly, agonizingly, she summons the power in legs, using every ounce of strength, she works to break the grapevine that immobilizes her. Selena resists, knowing how close she is to victory. Billie pulls a pinned arm free, grabs Selena by the hair as she twists and bucks her body. Her legs win the struggle. She pulls free of Selena’s leg lock and throws Gomez off of her.
Selena is sprawled out, panting, frustration etched on her face. Billie lay gasping, her legs trembling, but she has survived.
In a blur of desperate energy, Selena, fueled by the rage of a near-victory again lost, launches a final assault. She throws Billie into the ropes, then catches her with a vicious clothesline. sending her spinning to the mat. Selena acts quickly. She climbs onto Billie, rolls her to lock her meaty thighs around Billie’s waist and her arms around Billie’s neck. Scissoring for all she’s worth, Selena rides out Billie’s struggles.
“Tap or I’ll break your ribs,” Selena commands.
“No. Not to you,” Billie stammers out.
Gomez squeezes all resistance from her young foe. Finally, she rolled them both over. Sitting heavily on Billie chest, she pins Eilish down. Smiling, she shimmies forward to sits high atop of Billie, with her thighs tight around her head. Billie has nothing left Her legs twitch, but that’s about it. The referee steps in to count while Selena the pinfall. It’s done.
The bell rings. There is a brief stunned silence in the stadium. The audience erupts, cheering both Selena’s win and the fight itself.
Selena Gomez, chest heaving, slowly rises off of Billie, her face a displays exhaustion and then a wide smile of triumphant relief.
She had won. It hadn’t been easy. Billie Eilisyh had pushed her to the absolute brink, showcasing a raw strength and refusal to quit that had surprised even Selena.
Billie lay on the mat for a moment, defeated but not broken, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, she pushs herself up. She looks across the ring at Selena, who stands with her hands on her hips, her heavy breathing visible.
There is a moment of silence between them, a shared understanding now after their brutal contest. The personal slights, the media comparisons, the competitive venom – it all seems to fade in the face of the sheer physical effort they have just expended.
Selena, still breathing heavily, raises an arm, signaling for a microphone.
“Billie Eilish,” she rasps, her voice hoarse, “you are one tough little bitch.”
A ripple of laughter runs through the audience. Billie smiles and offers a small nod of acknowledgment.
“Tonight,” Selena continued, looking at the cameras then hesitates, “I’m not sure anymore what tonight was about,” she hesitates again then continues, “but it turns out that it was about showing what two women can do when they put their minds and bodies to it. And it was for a damn good cause.” She gestures to the Red Cross banners. “Every single dollar raised tonight goes to where it’s needed most.”
The crowd roared its approval.
Billie walks slowly to the center of the ring, extending a hand to Selena. Selena met her gaze, a flicker of grudging respect in her eyes, and takes her hand. Their grip was firm, a silent acknowledgment of the battle fought and the respect earned. They hug, because the audience needs to see four huge boobs squash together.
